If Dumb Were Dirt

If dumb were dirt,
she would be an acre.
In a hoopskirt,
she's a dervish fakir.
A hapless flirt,
she's a cold heart breaker.
Brazenly curt,
she's a daunting shaker.
Quick to subvert,
she's a troublemaker.
Eager to hurt,
she's a mean earthquaker.
Venom dessert,
she's the final baker.
With red-alert,
she's an undertaker.
If dumb were dirt,
she would be an acre.